When people travel, there will always be unexpected warmth.

March 12, the anniversary of the death of Dr. Sun Yat-sen, is also our country’s compulsory Arbor Day.

"The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago, followed by now." From Zambian female writer Dambisa Moyo's work "Death Aid"

Miss Chun traveled in the south for several months, and finally agreed to visit the north. The wind has warmed, the snow has melted, moss has quietly sprouted, the grass has secretly dyed a few locks of hair, and the small-leaf boxwood trees have quietly sprouted new buds. Everyone is working hard to decorate themselves, looking forward to giving the spring girl a big surprise.

It’s the weekend and I want to talk about some interesting people and things I have encountered.

Vino is the store manager, Malaysian, with small eyes and dark skin. His mother is originally from Guangxi, China, and his father is Malay, so he is very close to us Chinese. He always points to his skin color and says seriously: "I am white because my mother is Chinese." Please. , Vino, you are several shades darker than us!

Paula is a tall Spanish girl who lives in Barcelona. She has deep eyes and beautiful facial features, a bit like the British Princess Kate who has gained weight and enlarged her face.

Paula was with me at the dessert counter, sharing her love stories with me from time to time and teaching me a little bit of Spanish.

Not long after, Paula told me a secret. She was deeply attracted to Vino, but she did not dare to confess.

I encouraged Paula to ask Vino for a drink directly. Paula was very hesitant. She felt that she was not worthy of the excellent and handsome Vino. Sure enough, unrequited love is humble, regardless of nationality or skin color.

Later, Paula and Vino fell in love, and the whole store knew the good news. It was not me who leaked the secret.

Later, they took a long vacation to hold weddings in Malaysia and Spain respectively. Lovers will eventually get married. I'm really curious about whose future baby's skin color will be like.

The night shift on weekends is always the busiest. There are often two people working on one cash register, one taking orders and collecting payments, and the other preparing meals and packaging.

I was in a group with Mike, an 18-year-old Irishman who was a freshman in college and was working a summer job.

"Hello, it's 19 euros a piece." Mike was in charge of ordering. "Look for him for 81 yuan." The customer handed over a hundred-dollar cash, and I turned around as I spoke. When I prepared the meal and brought it back, Mike was still counting the money: "Megan, how did you know it was 81?" Brother, our Chinese dolls have been carrying Xiao Jiujiu since we were young.

Once, Amir and I were in charge of a drive-thru restaurant, which means that the driver does not need to enter the store, but drives along the dedicated lane to order, pay, and pick up the food. If the waiting time for individual meals is longer, we will ask the driver to park the car in the designated parking lot, and someone will be responsible for delivering the meal to the car later.

Amir is a Pakistani and always praises China. Their long and thick eyelashes really make me envious. I teased Amir, "You guys are blind with such beautiful eyelashes." He immediately replied to me, "You can't see anything with your little eyes." That's right, haha.

Amir is responsible for taking orders and I am responsible for preparing them. A customer ordered fried fish and had to wait an extra 5 minutes. By the time the food was ready, I had no idea which car it was. I asked Amir on the intercom to identify the guest or the license plate number.

Amir forgot to turn off the loudspeaker for ordering food, so he listened to the speaker in the parking lot: "A red Ford, the owner is a big fat girl, super fat!" Okay, Amir, you know what I am like Are the guests looking at each other awkwardly?

There was also Claire, a high school student who worked part-time on weekends, in the dessert bar. When she found out my age, she joked that she should call me grandma. I said okay, I will teach you how to speak Chinese. Claire is very smart, she can learn it as soon as possible, and her pronunciation is not so stiff.

A few days later, a Chinese tourist actually came to buy ice cream. Claire enthusiastically greeted them in Chinese: "Hello".

"Claire, what did you call me?" I motioned for her to show off her Chinese. "Milk-milk" Claire's three-tone pronunciation is very standard. The compatriots were a little surprised and a little strange, as if I deliberately misled my disciples and took advantage of her.

There was once a customer who ordered a meal wearing a T-shirt with two palm-sized Chinese characters for "delivery room" printed on the chest. I really didn't understand whether this printing was a story or an accident?

There was a Polish guy who wanted to make a sandwich. He was not very good at English. He pointed at the ingredients in the cold counter and said "this", "this", "this", ham, lettuce, and tomatoes. I followed the instructions. Place them one by one. Eggs are charged by the number. I asked him how many he wanted. "Two" he stretched out his thumb and index finger, making a sign like a gun. "Eight?" I confirmed again, extending my index and middle fingers at the same time in a victory gesture. "No, no, two." He raised his gun again, and I was stunned.

He shot and I won. There was a stalemate, but fortunately the Czech girl Yujia dealt with it in time. It turns out that the number 2 in Polish hand gestures is the thumb and index finger, just like the number 8 in our Chinese hand gestures.

During the night shift, the store is closed. Sometimes it is already four in the morning, and the sky in the east is white, and everyone is tired and hungry. "You'll have nightmares if you go to bed hungry. Megan, come to my house and have something to eat!" Enthusiastic Ali invited me, Jun, and Anna from Ukraine.

Ali is not tall and is a Bangladeshi student studying abroad. He shares a room with several other Bangladeshi partners in the store.

As soon as we walked downstairs to Ali's apartment, we smelled the aroma of the food. When they saw us coming to have a meal, several "little black" friends were so happy that they said "welcome, welcome". That was the first and only time I ate with my hands. I also learned how to make authentic curry rice from Rao.

Because I come from a non-EU country, our university tuition is three times that of local children. In order to pay for the high tuition, I have to work two jobs on weekends: in a fast food restaurant from 8 am to 4 pm, Washing dishes in the hotel kitchen from 4:30 to 9:30 p.m.

In order to save time and not be late, I had to run to catch up on work and change into work clothes on the way. Jiwan, who is from South Korea, looked at my hurried back and said, "Megan, are you made of iron?" Hehe, I am made of meat, and I am getting fatter and fatter.

The landlord of the seaside apartment I rented was Oliver. He walked very slowly and steadily, with his white hair combed meticulously. He wore a black woolen coat and a dark green Jaguar limousine. The whole building was his, as was half the street.

When I went to pay the rent, I held the banknote between my left middle finger and ring finger, pressed it with my thumb, and quickly twisted it with my right thumb and index finger. Oliver shouted: "Megan, are you doing a magic trick? Do it again and show me!" No problem, as long as you don't raise the rent, you can count it as many times as you want.

Mark, who speaks with a Cockney accent, John, who looks exactly like Tom Cruise, Julie, who is as gentle as water after work and comes home, and Stephen, a gay man who loves pink and Madonna most. ...

I will always meet many interesting people and interesting things in my life. I have forgotten many of their names, but I still remember their faces clearly.

It's a pity that I didn't leave too many photos. Today I'm focusing on writing, hoping that the memory can come back to life.

Life is a journey, and the people and things you encounter are all unique scenery. I will not stop for them, and they will not stop for me. We have crossed each other in our respective life trajectories, and we happily accept that goodbye will truly mean that we will never see each other again.

All the accumulated memories and commemorations are postcards of our life journey, sent one by one to the museum of the years, collected and sealed.